Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 17:41:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl
Subject: DANGEROUS MARINE 1
DISCLAIMER: This is a rather special story. I wrote it because a very
talented artist offered to do illustrations for it. His name is ULF and I
hope that sometime you have a chance to see some of his work. It is
beautiful, erotic and, in some ways, disturbing but always intriguing. He
often depicts Marines, though - as he puts it - Marines who are "rough
around the edges". Well...most Marines are usually that! I'm sorry that
this story cannot be illustrated on NIFTY but, if you write me, I will send
you copies of his illustrations that go with the story. Check the end of
the story for where to write.
DANGEROUS MARINE
Part 1 - Saturday Night
By RimPig 2004
The first time I saw him, I knew he was dangerous. I don't know exactly
what it was about him, maybe that devilish glint in his dark eyes. Maybe it
was the way his hips undulated and his body moved when he walked into the
bar, like a panther or a mountain lion stalking its prey. Whatever it was,
I knew he was trouble and I was always drawn to trouble! In fact, that's
how I ended up in the Marine Corps. Too many run-ins with the law. Too many
petty charges for hell-raising. Finally, I was given the choice by a judge
- the county jail or the military. I figured that the Marines could use a
hell-raiser like me.
That was five years ago. Yeah, once the DI's in boot-camp knocked all the
bullshit and attitude out of me and made me grow up a little, I was just
the kind of guy the Corps was looking for - in more ways than one. I was
tall, big for my age, being only 18 when I entered boot-camp. I stood 6'2"
tall and weighed close to 180 pounds. By the time I came out of boot camp,
I was 210 pounds of ripped muscle and able to hold my own against any
motherfucker in the company. I learned to kill a guy with my bare hands in
twelve different ways and I walked with that same swagger that the
dangerous looking Jarhead had who just walked into Jake's.
Jake's was a run-down bar in a rather seedy side of Oceanside, CA - near
Camp Pendelton where I was stationed. I work in the motor pool there as a
heavy equipment mechanic. I work on tanks, APC's - that Armored Personnel
Carriers to you civilians - and Humvee's. I always liked cars and working
on them and I guess the Corps spotted that in all those fuckin' 'placement
tests' they gave me when I entered.
Jake's was a bar that catered to service personnel, mostly Marines but some
swabbies as well...at least the ones that we didn't run off. Jake's had
seen its share of, shall we say, 'inter-service rivalries' over the
years. The Navy and the Marine Corps might be 'sister services' but those
two 'sisters' had about the worst case of sibling rivalry you've ever saw!
Many the night that I'd busted Navy heads in this bar. Keeps my fighting
skills up and works off some of the sexual tension that I seem to always
have.
Livin' in a barracks with a couple of dozen guys does that to me. See, I'm
not what you would call a "poster-boy" Marine. Oh, I've got the looks for
it, blonde hair cut in a regulation 'high and tight' along with a nice face
and deep blue eyes. Certainly I've got the body for it - and not just from
pumpin' weights either! Try throwin' around the diesel engine from a Humvee
or APC sometime! But I've got this little 'problem'. I like guys. I mean, I
REALLY like guys. Don't like women at all. Not for nothin' - especially not
sex. Now, that's a problem to the 'brass'. Ain't supposed to be no 'faggot
Marines'. Yeah! Tell me another one! All the sex I've had for the five
years I've been in the Corps has been with other Marines. And there have
been plenty of them, too!
See, the thing about Jarheads is, we're just about the raunchiest, horniest
guys you'd ever want to know. And, with a couple of beers in us, we don't
really much care what the fuck hole we shove our cocks into. We just don't
particularly want the rest of the world to know about it. After all, you
make it through boot camp and you put on the uniform and become one of "The
Few, The Proud", well... worries about your so-called 'masculinity' just
don't seem to bother you too much anymore. With most guys, it ain't that
they're queer, they're just horny and sometimes another guy is a whole lot
easier and a whole lot more understanding about that then some broad. Not
to mention, Marines tend to like to play a little rough and raunchy. A lot
rougher and raunchier than some dame is gonna go for - unless she's a real
slut. And then, you gotta worry about diseases. You don't worry about that
with your brother Marines because all of us are tested, all the time.
That's why a lot of us don't have nothin' to do with civilians at all.
Nobody in their right minds would think of Jake's as a gay bar but it was
to Jake's that me and hundreds of other Jarheads came to score what, to me,
was the best sex possible - sex with a brother Marine! Guys who went to
Jake's were there for only three reasons - to get fucked up, to get into a
fight, or to find another Jarhead, or two or three, to have good old down
and dirty, man-to-man sex with. Sometimes, Jarheads came for all three
reasons.
That night I was there for sex. I was fuckin' horny. It had been two weeks
since I'd had a chance to get my cock up some tight Marine hole or get a
stiff Marine cock hard up my own shit-chute and I wasn't goin' back to base
until I found some! I had a weekend pass, a room with a king- sized bed at
a sleazy little motel and I was ready to party!
That's why this Jarhead interested me. I knew right away that he was a
Marine, not no fuckin' swabbie. Even out of uniform, with a tight white
t-shirt stretched across his huge, muscular abs and a pair of skin tight
blue jeans that showed off his huge bulge in front and the magnificent
mounds of his Marine butt in back, I could see the 'high and tight' and
could also see the edges of what had to be the USMC emblem tattooed on his
left arm. His hair was dark, black really, what there was of it. His skin
was dark, almost olive colored. I figured him for about 6'4" or 6'5" with a
build on him that made even me feel somewhat inferior - and I've got a body
most guys would die for! I think every fuckin' eye in the room was on him
when he walked in.
He walked over to the bar, giving me a view of his beautiful butt moving
inside those jeans and got himself a beer. He was carrying what looked like
a black canvas bag, like you'd carry to the gym. He turned and started
scanning the room, like he was lookin' for somebody. His dark eyes under
dark, heavy eyebrows and behind beautiful, long, dark lashes, were what you
might call 'bedroom eyes'. They had that half-lidded kinda sexy laziness to
them while at the same time, they could pierce right through you like a
Tomahawk missile! He glanced around the room a couple of times and then his
eyes looked over into the corner where I was sitting all alone at a
table. His eyes locked on mine like the missile guidance system in an F-18
- "I've got tone! I've got lock! Firing!"
I don't know what I looked like, looking back at him but from the moment
our eyes locked, he was in motion. He walked slowly and purposely straight
for me. When he got the table, he didn't say a word, just sat down, dropped
the canvas bag to the floor and then tipped back in the chair, only leavin'
the back two legs on the floor and crossed his legs until his one
combat-booted foot was resting on his other knee. He didn't say a word,
just sat there drinkin' his beer from the long- necked bottle and lookin'
into my eyes. It was the most intense stare I'd ever encountered but it
wasn't intimidating or challenging either. I didn't feel threatened, just
kind of 'pinned' to that spot, like a fuckin' butterfly pinned to a piece
of cardboard in a display box like one of the ones my grandfather used to
have. We just sat there like that, starin' at each other, for about 5 or 10
minutes until finally this deep, baritone sound came from his mouth.
"So, whatcha into?" he asked quietly, the deep timbre of his voice sending
chills up my spine and blood to my already horny cock.
"Name it." I said.
"You top or bottom?" he asked.
"Either one." I said.
It was true. I pretty much liked either position. I love to suck and get
sucked, fuck and get fucked. I especially love eatin' Jarhead butt and he
sure looked like he had a nice one for eatin'!
"I'm top only." he said.
Well...that figured. I could have seen that coming. But, fuck! That was
okay by me! Been a while since I'd been with a guy who was a pure top. Most
times, I'd end up fuckin' the guy all night because that's all he fuckin'
wanted - my Marine weapon up his Marine target. Now, don't get me wrong. I
ain't complainin' but after a while, it gets kinda boring - just doin' the
same thing all the time. This night was definitely not going to be boring,
but I didn't know that at the time.
"Fine by me." I answered.
"I'm Kirk." he said not offering his hand, just his name.
"Jason." I said in answer.
"You gotta place?" he asked.
"Yeah. Gotta motel room a couple blocks away." I said.
He put his head up, tipped the bottle upside down and guzzled the rest of
his beer. He brought his chair back down on all four legs with a crash and
slammed his empty beer bottle down on the table and reached down and
grabbed the black canvas bag.
"Let's go." he said, standing up, and starting to walk to the door.
I quickly guzzled my beer and got up to follow him. This was a Jarhead who
definitely had some 'control issues'! He really liked to be 'in charge'. I
just didn't know then how much! One thing for sure - he didn't waste any
time!
I didn't mind. I was turned on by his take-charge, 'can-do' attitude. I
certainly wasn't into wastin' time gettin' to know each other and that
shit! You got to know everything you needed to know about a man while you
were rammin' your cock up his ass or havin' his rammin' up yours. I didn't
want to 'date' this Jarhead! I wanted to fuck! All night long, if possible!
He went through the door and waited for me outside. I led the way to the
motel. We didn't say a word the whole way there. When we got into the room,
I went to the refrigerator where I'd stashed two cases of Bud in cans for
the weekend. The heat in the room was up all the way and it was hot. I did
that because most of the time I went naked and I like to sweat and get
myself good and stinkin' before I had sex.
"You want a beer?" I asked.
"Yeah. Thanks." he said, putting down the canvas bag and sitting down in
one of the chairs by small table in the room and I handed him one of the
cold cans as I sat opposite him also putting a bottle of Cuevo Gold on the
table as well.
One of the things I liked about this motel was that it had a refrigerator
and a microwave along with a small coffee maker in each room. That way, I
could stock up for the weekend and not have to eat out unless I wanted
to. I could also have enough beer to get myself good and full of liquid.
You see, one of the things I love the most is watersports. I love bein'
pissed on, drinkin' recycled beer from a Marine's cock or even gettin' a
piss enema - or given one. I'm real 'versatile' when it comes to
pissin'. Love to watch eager Jarheads drinkin' down a nice load of my
recycled brew and I love pissin' up their butts and then fuckin' them in my
hot piss. You might say that I'm an 'Equal Opportunity' pisser.
Another thing that I get into is mansmells. Love to smell the raunch and
sweat of a ripe male body. Love to lick out a guy's sweaty pits, lick his
sweaty, nasty balls and eat out his funky ass. The great thing about
Marines is they don't bother with showering before sex - at least not with
another Marine. Cologne and deodorant are for their dates with cunts. Not
with another guy. That's just the way I love it.
"Fuckin' hot in here." he said.
"Yeah. I like to keep it warm. Love to sweat." I said. "You want, I can
turn it down."
"Nah! Leave it. I'll just get comfortable." he said, starting to pull off
his white t-shirt which was soaked with sweat under the armpits.
I must have been looking hungrily at him as he did this because he gave me
this kind of wolfish grin and tossed the damp t-shirt to me. I grabbed it
and brought it to my nose, breathing deeply of the strong scent of sweaty
male. I even stuck the damp area under the arms in my mouth and sucked on
the salty sweat. I looked over at him and he had a big grin on his face,
watching me as he undid his jeans. He leaned over and untied his black
combat boots, slipping his feet out of them. He then slipped off his jeans
and stood there in a pair of grey athletic socks and a very worn, very
well-used and very unwashed jockstrap - my favorite kind!
The mixed scents of sweaty feet, sweaty groin and sweaty pits were wafting
off him towards me and I raised my nose in the air somewhat to get a better
whiff of the mingled scents. The room, with both of us sweating up a storm,
quickly began to smell like a locker room - also one of my favorite
scents. He sat down at the table and looked at me.
"You gonna keep your clothes on?" he asked.
I quickly pulled off my own t-shirt and jeans and slipped of the trainers I
was wearing. Like him, I was wearing athletic socks - white ones - and my
favorite jock. One I had owned for about 5 years and had never washed. It
was full of my sweat, piss, cum and other musky scents. It added its
fragrance to the already odor filled room.
"Damn! It's a good thing we both like manstink! Otherwise we'd need to open
a window!" he laughed.
"Yeah, good thing!" I agreed.
We sat there, drinkin' our beers, along with a couple of shots of the
Cuervo and not really sayin' much of anything. Finally, he spoke.
"So what are you really into?" Kirk asked.
So I told him about all the stuff I was into including the watersports and
mansmells.
"You aren't into scat, are you?" he asked, obvious in his distaste for the
subject.
"No. That's kinda where I draw the line. I ain't into that." I said, glad
he didn't seem to be either.
"That's okay. I don't get into it neither. I gotta tell you, I ain't
usually into kissin' and all that romance shit. I like my sex kinda
rough. That okay with you?" he asked.
"Yeah, that's cool. I do like to kiss, suck on a guy's tongue but it ain't
necessary." I said.
We did a couple more beers and another shot of Cuervo and then he said
those 'golden' words.
"I gotta piss." he kind of growled. "You want it?"
"Fuck, yeah!" I said, getting to my knees in front of him.
I put my nose into his jock pouch and began to smell the vapors of stink
rising from it into my nose! I could smell sweat and piss and God only
knows what else and it was drivin' me crazy.
"You like the way that jock smells?" he asked.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" I answered, taking deep whiffs of the stink.
"Bet you'd like the way it tastes, too." he said, reaching down and shoving
my face into his pouch.
Whatever he was packin' behind that mesh had to be big! Really big! I'd
almost never seen a jock pouch stretched out the way his was. It barely
covered what was inside it. Pressing my face against his groin merely
confirmed for me that it was a solid mass of flesh behind that pouch. I
started licking at it and sucking the pouch into my mouth. I could taste
the saltiness of the trapped sweat and piss and the somewhat chlorine taste
of dried cum. I opened my mouth and pressed it against the pouch where I
figured the head of his cock was and breathed out, sending my own hot,
moist air onto his equipment.
"Yeah! That's it. Taste my stinkin' pouch!" he groaned as his cock began to
twitch and grow in the pouch from the feeling of wet heat from my
mouth. "Get ready, man. Here it comes!"
Suddenly, his jock got very warm and wet. I could taste the saltiness of
his piss. He'd had plenty of beer and this was definitely re-cycled beer
piss. I sucked at the stream of piss as it flowed through his jock. Then
the stream stopped. He reached down and pulled his cock from the pouch and
put it into my mouth. I noticed that his cock was both thick and
uncut. Soft it appeared to be about eight inches! I could only guess at
what it was hard. With the smell of his crotch, I figured it had been a day
or two since he'd had a shower and I was hoping that there was a nice build
up of smegma under that hood that I could feast on when I was done drinking
his piss.
I drank quickly and deeply of his pissing cock. It tasted so good to
me. But he pulled his cock from my mouth and directed it at my face and let
his piss flow down my naked chest until it soaked into my own jock and then
onto the linoleum floor.
"Yeah! You look good covered in a man's piss." he growled.
"Good thing! 'Cause I love stinkin' of a man's piss!" I said rubbing the
piss into my pecs and under my arms in my pit hair.
"Yeah, get off on my piss! You're just the kind of pig I like!" he grinned.
I put my mouth back to his cock head to drink down the last of his
flow. Once his piss stopped, my tongue began rooting around under the hood
of his cock. I could taste the tang of smegma and I knew that there was a
motherload of it just beyond the reach of my tongue. I looked up into his
dark eyes, yearning in mine.
"You lookin' for somethin'?" he grinned.
I pulled my mouth from his cock.
"I love smegma." I said.
"Well, I got plenty for ya." he assured me.
He then skinned back the hood from his cockhead and the scent of
cock-cheese filled the air. Fuck! He had a fuckin' cheese factory going on
under that hood! It was like wakin' up in Wisconsin! There were flecks of
smegma all over his cockhead and a creamy buildup under the head of his
cock that was more than I'd ever seen on a cock before.
"Fuck! How long since that's been cleaned out?" I asked.
"I ain't showered since yesterday morning." he said.
"That's only two days buildup?!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah. I always make a lot of it." he admitted somewhat sheepishly.
"Cool! I love it! Can't get enough of it!" I said.
And with that, my tongue snaked out and I began to eat the wonderful
man-cheese. The pungent smell and taste hit my mouth and nose at the same
time and I was moaning at the taste and scent of it. As much as I tried to
savor it and take it slowly, his cockhead was soon clean of all the smegma
and all that was left was some of the scent of unwashed man-cock. But that
was fine with me because now I just moved on down to his balls.
I pulled his jock down so that I could get to his balls and he raised up
and let me slip it completely off him. I took the raunchy strap in my hand
and brought it to my nose one last time, smelling his stink. I then put the
pouch in my mouth, sucked up all the wet piss I could and then put it
around my neck as I leaned down and started nuzzling his sweaty, musky
nuts. They were covered in dark hair and had that great man-stink about
them which I loved so much. Because of the special sweat glands which
produced the musk, most guys balls smelled pretty much the same. Their own
personal scent you could smell elsewhere on their body but their nuts
smelled ...well...like a guy's nuts! And, God knows, I love that smell!
I snorted deep of his ball-stink and then began licking his nuts, tasting
the salty sweat and musk. Mmm! I love that taste! And Kirk had more than
enough of it to satisfy a pig like me! He moaned as I licked and chewed on
his nut-sack.
"Yeah! That's it. Clean them fuckin' balls for me! Clean 'em with your
fuckin' tongue!" Kirk growled.
I followed orders just as a good Marine always does! I licked at his balls,
sucked them into my mouth and chewed on his sack. He reached down and held
my face into his crotch as I did so and the scent of his crotch sent me
further and further into really raunchy realms of my own sexual needs. This
was how sex was meant to be! Pure! Masculine! Two guys getttin' down to
their basic animal natures and reveling in the sights, tastes, feel, scent
and sounds of their own maleness! There is nothing more exciting, nothing
better than that for me! And it seemed to happen easier with my brother
Marines than any other males on earth!
I rooted more around his crotch, taking his thick, dark crotch hair and
combing it with my teeth and tongue, gathering all the tastes and smells I
could find. I moved back down to his ball-sack which, by now, was drawn up
tight to the base of his cock so that I could get to the back of the sack
and to that patch of skin that leads down to my favorite part of a man's
body to explore - his ass! I could already smell the faintly 'assy' scent
of his butt and was more than eager to explore this most intimate and
raunchiest part of a male's body.
I licked that the inch or so partition between his cheeks but it was
tightly closed to my exploring tongue. He must have felt where my tongue
was licking and realized what I was after.
"I know you want my butt, asslicker, but you gotta wait for it! I wanna
have some fun now." he said.
So what the fuck was pissin' down my throat and havin' me suck down his
smegma and ball- stink? That wasn't fun for him? But evidently,
Mr. Control-Freak had something else in mind. He got up from the chair and
walked over to the bed. He pulled all the covers and sheets off the bed,
tossing them over onto sofa and basically stripped the bed down to the
mattress. Then he went into his black canvas bag and pulled something that
was folded up and appeared to be some kind of rubber or vinyl. What it
turned out to be was some kind of flat, waterproof sheet which he then
spread over the mattress to protect it.
"Get naked and get on the bed, lay down face up!" he ordered, turning to
me.
I quickly did as I was told, removing my jock, socks and starting to remove
his jockstrap from around my neck.
"Nah, leave my jock on. It looks good on your there!" he laughed.
He then took several lengths of rope from the canvas bag and began securing
my wrists and ankles to the frame of the bed until I was laying there
spread eagle, tied securely. He then reached back into the canvas bag and
pulled out several more items. I could see a small brown bottle which I
knew were poppers, several lengths of leather cord, a pair of tit-clamps
with a chain between them and what had to be one of the smallest leather
floggers I'd ever seen in my life! The thing was no more than six inches
long. I couldn't imagine what the fuck it was for! I was soon to find out!
First Kirk took my ball-sack and wrapped his fingers around the base of my
sack until my nuts were stretching the skin. He then took one of the
leather cords and wrapped it around my nuts a couple of times and tied it
off, leaving my nuts stretched and looking like a lumpy tennis ball beneath
my hard cock. He then took another length of leather cord and tightly tied
off my nuts and cock like a cock ring, only tighter. No way my hard cock
was gonna go soft any time soon all trussed up the way it was. Then he took
the two tit clamps and, after pulling on each of my nips to get them hard
and pointy, he attached them to each of my sensitive tits. I yelped at the
pain as the little clamps dug into the sensitive tissue but my cock got
harder at the same time, leaking cock-snot onto my abs and letting him know
that this treatment was very stimulating to me.
He got off the bed, standing beside it, and looked down at me and his
handiwork. He reached down, grabbing the chain that connected the two
tit-clams and began tugging on it, making me wince and cry out with the
pain that my tender nips were feeling! Fuck! It hurt! But it also sent
thrills straight from my tits to my rigid cock which bounced up and down,
spraying cock-snot all over my abs! Kirk played with my nips for a while
but then moved down to the foot of the bed and climbed onto it between my
legs.
Now, he brought out the little flogger. I still couldn't figure out what
that was for until he started using it. He started with the inside of my
thighs, flicking the leather thongs of the flogger against my skin. There
was a small sting to it, but it also sent thrills through me! It hurt good!
He continued going up and down the inside of my thighs, gradually flicking
me harder and harder with the little flogger until there were little red
marks all up and down the inside of my thighs. Then he moved up and
started flicking it against my stretched out balls and hard cock!
"FUCK!!!" I screamed out at the feel of the lashes against my stretched and
sensitive balls.
Kirk grinned down at me.
"What's the matter? Pussy? Can't take it?" he smirked.
"Fuck you! I can take anything you can give, shithead!" I growled back.
Well...maybe that was NOT the right thing to say at that point, being as I
was all trussed up like a fucking Christmas goose, but NOBODY calls me
"Pussy"!
"Oh, you can, huh?" Kirk smiled the smile of a cobra ready to strike!
I'd inadvertently played right into his hand! He set the trap and I fell
right into it! Now he had carte blanche to do anything he felt like doing
and I had to take it or I would, indeed, be a "pussy"! The slight flicks of
the flogger to my balls and cock became all out hard hits with the flogger
to these supremely sensitive areas. Then, he threw down the flogger and
started using his hand to slap my reproductive organs with his big,
over-grown hand! SHIT!!! THAT FUCKIN' HURT!!!
"OWWW!!!" I screamed out.
"Oww?! Did you say 'Oww!'?" Kirk laughed and slapped my hard cock with his
hand again! "Oww! I'll make it Oww!"
"Please! I'm not into pain!" I begged.
"This ain't pain! This is just a little 'stimulation'!" he grinned.
"Okay, you get down here and let me tie up your nuts and see if it's just
'stimulation' to you!" I growled.
"Nah! Now we agreed I was Top - only! You wouldn't want to go back on our
deal now would you?!" he grinned at me.
"The fuck I wouldn't you son-of-a-bitch!" I said.
"You're just not into this yet. Lemme see what I can do to fix that!"
And saying that, he got down on all fours over my groin and started licking
and nibbling at my balls. The feeling of his tongue and the little nips of
his teeth sent thrills through my groin and throughout my body!
"Ahh! Fuck!" I groaned, tugging at the ropes holding my arms out.
"You like that, huh?" he grinned up at me.
"Oh! Fuck, yeah!" I said.
He moved up my groin, using his tongue and teeth on my nuts and then my
hard cock. My cock- snot was pouring out on my abs and he stopped to lick
up the puddle that had started.
"Sweet!" he murmured as he moved on, taking licks of the sweaty skin of my
gut and up to my chest.
He moved over until his mouth locked around my tender nips, undoing the
tit-clams with his teeth and then sucking each of my nips into his mouth
where he sucked hard on them, making me moan in the intense feeling as the
blood rushed back into them! He then moved over and started snorting the
stink in my pits, rubbing his nose up and down in them before licking them
out, drenching my pit-hair in his saliva. When he finished with both of
them, he moved up so that he was standing over me on the bed, his feet on
each side of my rib cage. He turned around so that now he was facing my
feet and I could see the beauty of his muscular back and ass! Fuck! He was
a huge guy, and every where you looked were the cuts and striations of
muscle! With out a word, he slowly squatted down so that his ass was headed
right for my face. I watched as his twin globes spread apart and I finally
could get a good look at his ass-trench and hole.
It was lightly furred inside around the pinkish hole but was one of the
most beautiful butts I'd ever seen - and, trust me, I've seen my share! You
didn't live with 24 Jarheads and not see beautiful butts! There's something
about Marine Corps training that just develops the most beautiful and
muscular male asses! The Marine Corps is heaven to a true 'butt-lover' like
me. But this! This was an ass that needed to be immortalizes somehow! It
should be in the Louvre or the National Gallery! And it looked like it was
going to be all mine for a while!
He stopped about three or four inches from my nose, allowing me to lift up
and run my nose into his butt-trench! Fuck! Did it stink good! It had that
warm, ripe, dark aroma of sweat, ass-juice and male animal that a guy
developed when he's hot and sweaty. I love the scent of male ass and this
was the ultimate scent that I craved! If somebody could only bottle it - I
would spend every cent I had buying it!
"Yeah, smell my butt! You like the way it smells, pig?!" he growled as he
heard me taking deep whiffs of his butt stink.
"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! I love the way your butt smells!" I told him.
"What's it smell like, pig? Talk to me!" he ordered.
"It stinks! Stinks really good! Smells like a man's ass! Fuckin' makes me
want to eat it!" I moaned.
"Go ahead, pig!" he said, lowering his ass further so that my face was
pressed into his raunchy crack. "Eat my fuckin' ass! Lick me out! Clean out
that fuckin' dirty butt with your tongue!"
I instantly began licking up and down his ass trench, tasting the salt of
his sweat and the tang of his ass-juices. He began moving back and forth,
rubbing his ass over my face, making it into his asswipe!
"Yeah! Stink up the pig! Make the pig smell like my ass!" he growled,
almost to himself.
I was all for that! I was already wearin' his piss. I loved the idea of
wearin' his ass-stink as well! My tongue moved further into his trench
until it was licking against his soft hole. He stopped moving then and let
me lick his hole. The taste was stronger, richer than the cleft had been.
"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Eat my stinkin' hole, pig! Eat out that fuckin' manhole!
Get all that fuckin' stink!" he growled as I eagerly ate his butt.
I was licking his opening and pushing against it with my tongue, trying to
get it up inside. However, his butthole was tighter than a virgin's cunt!
It was obvious that he was exclusively a 'Top'. If any cock had ever
breeched his opening, it had either been very small or very long ago! Or
both! It was my guess that the most that had ever pushed 'into' his ass was
a finger.
But I had a great time licking at his hole and trying to get it to relax
enough to shove my way up inside him. I never achieved that objective, but
I sure tried! He finally pulled off my face and then turned around and got
down over me again.
Then he did something totally shocking! His mouth came down on mine and he
was kissing me deeply and passionately! As our tongues dueled in each
other's mouths, I knew he could taste his raunchy butt on my mouth but this
seemed to merely inspire him to more passionate exploration of my mouth -
including trying to shove his tongue down past my tonsils!
"Fuck! I thought you didn't like to kiss?!" I asked when he finally pulled
his mouth away.
"You've been a good boy. Besides, I wanted to see what my butt tasted
like." he explained, grinning down at me.
"So? What did you think?" I asked.
"Tasted good! I think I want to compare it to how your's tastes though!" he
said.
He then climbed off of me and off the bed. He went around and loosened the
restraints from the bed frame but not from my wrists and ankles.
"Time to turn you over." he explained, literally lifting me up in his arms
and turning me over, setting me back down on the bed on my stomach!
I was in shock! Not only had he picked me up and turned me over - and I'm
not a light-weight by any stretch of the imagination! - but he'd done it
like I weighed no more than a sack of feathers completely blew me away! No
way I'd want to get into a fight with this motherfucker! He could break me
in half!
So, there I was, laying face down and Kirk was retying the restraints to
the bedframe so that I was once again spread-eagle but now my ass and back
were exposed for his pleasure. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him once
again pick up the little leather flogger as he climbed onto the bed and
straddled my body, just below my butt.
"Mmm! Nice lookin' butt!" he murmured as his hands began to knead my
butt-cheeks.
I groaned at this, his hands and massage feeling so good! Then suddenly one
of his hands came down in a hard, loud smack across my butt-cheek!
"Ugh!" I grunted.
There was a strong sting, but it didn't really hurt so much as tingle and
turn me on! Yes, I'd been spanked before and kind of liked it - as long as
it wasn't too hard or left welts or something! I didn't like havin' to
explain shit like that in the barrack's showers!
SMACK!
His hand came down on my ass harder this time!
"UGH!!! FUCK!!!" I grunted again, louder this time.
"You like that, pig? You like havin' your butt spanked?" he demanded.
"Fuck, yeah!" I growled back!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
His hands hit my ass cheeks in rapid succession!
"AHHH!!! FUCCKKK!!!" I moaned loudly.
"Yeah! The pig's butt looks good all pink and shit!" he chuckled to
himself.
I expected some more smacks but, instead, I suddenly felt the sting of that
little flogger again. This time on my upper back! He was flogging my upper
back and shoulder blades with hit, slowly moving south. He moved down to my
mid-back and then to my lower back until finally he was smacking my ass
cheeks with it! I could just see all the little red marks that it was
leaving all over me! I guess I was in for some explaining when I got back
to the barracks! As if he could read my mind, he calmed my concern.
"Great thing about this little flogger is that it stings like crazy but the
marks it makes only last a few minutes. Won't nobody know nothin' next time
you're in the shower at the barracks." he said.
Well, that was a relief anyway. He worked up and down my back and all over
my buttocks with the flogger for what seemed like a long time but there was
no way for me to gauge it. I was lost in the feelings and my mind was
floating on the endorphins that were flooding me from the activity. He
finally stopped and I felt him moving down the bed. I looked back and he
was laying on his stomach, between my spread legs, my ass directly beneath
his face. He leaned down and began running his chin all over my reddened
buttocks. Now, it had been a few days since he'd showered. It had also
been a few days since he'd shaved and his stubble was abrasive - especially
against my now tender ass! But the bristliness of his unshaved chin was so
incredibly stimulating! I could feel my cock leaking under me and my
butt-cheeks quivering at the touch!
He finally grabbed my butt-cheeks and pulled them apart, burying his face
in my trench. I could hear him taking deep breaths of my ass-stink and then
felt his tongue begin laving up and down my crack. I groaned and pressed my
ass up, trying to get even better contact with his butt-eating mouth! I
wanted his tongue IN me! I wanted him to tongue fuck me. Evidently, he had
exactly the same idea because, before long, his tongue was pressing against
my eager and well-used hole, trying to gain entry through my back-hole. I
pushed down with my muscles, opening my sphincter as much as possible. He
felt me helping him and renewed his lingual attack on my opening. This time
he was successful and his tongue breeched my hole and slid up inside me!
We both moaned at this! I loved the feeling of his tongue fucking my ass
and, obviously, he loved the feeling and taste of tongue-fucking me as
well! I lay there as he avidly ate my butthole out. He was growling deep in
his throat as he did so and I was moaning at the wonderful feelings he was
causing in my hole! It had been so long since a man had serviced my butt! I
almost couldn't wait for that thick, uncut monster of his to slide up my
shit-chute and ream me out good!
Kirk ate my ass for a good twenty minutes or more and then began sliding
fingers up my butt to loosen me up. As I said, it had been a while since
I'd been fucked by anybody and I was having trouble taking his long, thick
fingers. He got up off the bed and I heard him rooting around in that
canvas bag of his again. When he got back on the bed, I felt the cool, wet
of lube being applied to my hole and then his fingers slid in much more
easily! By the time he was done opening me up, he had three of his thick
fingers working in and out of me and I was laying there moaning like a the
cheap whore that I am, loving the feeling of my hole being stuffed again!
I next felt him untying my ankles. He didn't untie my hands however. I
couldn't figure out why until his next set of 'orders' came.
"Get up on your fuckin' knees!" he said.
I managed to do so, now putting my butt up in the air with my head still
laying on the bed as my arms were still tied out in a broad 'Y' so that I
couldn't raise the top of my body. Kirk got behind me on the bed and I
could feel him actually standing. I looked behind me just as he squatted
down to where his cock was level with my hole. Then, with one massive snap
of his strong hips, he drove his cock completely up my shithole in one,
hard stroke!
"FUCK!!! YEAH!!!" I screamed out as the pleasure/pain hit me!
I have to admit, I love when a guy cold-cocks me like that! Yeah, it's
painful, but the pain goes away quickly and they guy is all the way inside
you almost instantly! I loved a rough entry almost as much as I love a
rough fuck! And it was sure that I was gonna get both tonight!
"Yeah, you love it - don'tcha, pig?" he growled as he set to slamming his
big hunk of manmeat in and out of my hole.
This man fucked like he talked - rough! My hole has been used and abused by
Marines for five years but NEVER had it been used like Kirk fucked it! His
pounding cock slammed into me so hard I figured the fucker was gonna come
out my fuckin' mouth! He took no mercy on me. There was NOTHING tender
about this fuck! It was the most intense and thorough reaming my shit-
chute ever had! He slammed his cock into my butt at a dozen different
angles, hitting places up inside me that nobody had ever reached before! I
fell in love with his cock and his fucking within minutes. Him...well, that
might take a while longer - a long while longer!
His stamina was amazing! He literally fucked me for over half an hour! An
all out anal assault! He fucked me so long that I found myself, after about
ten minutes unable to hold back cumming! I tried, I really did but it was
no use!
"OHHH!!! FFFFUUUCCCKKK!!!" I screamed as my cum shot out of my dick all
over the vinyl sheet below me.
"YEAH, PIG!!! BLOW YOUR LOAD!!!" Kirk roared as he felt my shithole tighten
around his fucking cock.
But did he stop? Fuck, no! He kept right on pounding my butt into
submission! I loved it! Within a few minutes, I was hard as a rock again
and knew that if he was able to keep pounding my hole that way, I would cum
again!
The End of Part 1 of DANGEROUS MARINE
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